bluegreen118

camp!starter for @ofbrightstars // bucky

Though Ajay would have considered himself an introvert on a normal basis, he found himself growing even more so reclusive over the last passing weeks. The one thing in life that once excited him had now fizzled out, for lack of a better work, and it was his fault. As he strolled along the desolate path, his hands worked their way into the pockets of his trademark teal jacket. Even though his attention was fleeting, it was hard not to notice the boy who suddenly took a tumble beside him. Had he really been that out of it that he didn’t hear the other approaching? Man, he really was losing his touch. The moment he got a proper look at the boy, he couldn’t help but grimace at the sight of the boy’s raw hands – frown deepening even more at the sight of the device’s state. “Damn, today is really NOT your day, kid.” His words lined with empathy as he extended his hand out toward the other. “You can take mine if you want, this is a backup phone anyway. All you’d need to do is factory reset it and then just register it up with your service provider. It’d be good as new.”

A scoff escaped Bram as he reached out for the other’s hand, ignoring the stinging pain that came with pulling himself up. “You’re telling me,” he said with a chuckle, brushing himself off as best he could without leaving little blood spots on his clothes -- can’t go ruining those too. But, the off forced him to stop and give the male a skeptical look. “Wait, wait. What? Did you honestly just offer me your phone?” He asked, sure he’d heard right. Today wasn’t supposed to be a lucky one -- a handsome boy wasn’t supposed to offer a new phone on the spot after a blunder like that. “I mean, that’s really kind of you and all, but are you alright? You know, they say people who are in trouble or trying to run away will give away their belongings. I don’t want to assume anything, but I also don’t want to just let this fly by,” he said, knowing he was probably being annoying by now.

@braminblue

It wasn’t exactly uncommon knowledge that Sparkwood had both a notorious gossip blog as well as a tumblr that could be used for people to broadcast confessions while still retaining a sense of anonymity. The soft sound of Passion Pit played through the speakers of his computer as Simon laid on his bed, stomach pressed flat against the soft exterior of his comforter. He had been scrolling through the blog out of curiosity, but also just to commiserate. He didn’t want to feel as alone as he was. He suddenly stopped as one post caught his eye. ‘Nobody knows I’m gay - Blue.’ Simon felt his hand almost begin to tremble and his mouth dry as he blankly stared at the message. Underneath was the email source of the poster, which usually was just a throwaway account. So, why was he bothering to compose an email to it? Maybe out of blind hope. He took in a deep breath before typing a message.

To: [email protected] From: [email protected]

Blue, 

I know what it feels like to hide a secret like that. None of my friends or the people at our school know that I’m gay either. It’s almost like the world doesn’t really know me at all. Even though it sucks that you’re going through the same thing, it’s kind of nice to know I’m not the only one dealing with someone like this.

– Jacques

Bram felt as though he needed to let out his thoughts somehow -- the weight of them crushing him more and more everyday. And, ever since he’d begun developing a crush on someone, it got even harder. The idea, though, of coming out was terrifying. His parents had always supported him in what he wanted to do, but would this be the limit? Even though he was usually an unseen character at school, would they suddenly notice? Would he lose his friends? They were all risks he wasn’t exactly ready to take yet, but their weight was suffocating. It was just a little relieving to send the anonymous message to the gossip blog. Even if no one knew it was him, the truth was still out there. He was in the middle of lazily scrolling when he got a notification that he got an email -- the preview of the test enticing him to check it. His heart skipped a little as he read the text, some small bit of hope coming to him. Someone else understood, someone else was just like him. He quickly set out to reply back.

To: [email protected] From: [email protected]

Jacques,

I didn’t anyone else in school would be like me -- which is probably stupid of me to think -- but I’m honestly so happy you sent me a message. I thought it would just get lost to cyberspace and really not matter to anyone. I’m sorry you have to go through this too. I guess we could become each other’s little secret keepers? We could just talk about anything if you wanted -- this whole thing makes you feel lonely even when you’re not alone. No one knows something is wrong and you wouldn’t even tell them if they did.

For once, Steve’s parents were both actually in town and he suddenly remembered why he didn’t mind having the house to himself. Feeling a need to smoke after school was let out for the day, he began to take a longer route home than usual. The moment he began to wander off the beaten path, he pulled out his pack of cigarettes. One was promptly slipped between his lips before he began rummaging through his jacket pockets for his lighter. Fuck, had he forgotten it at home? That thought was interrupted by someone suddenly slamming into his back, the body falling to the floor immediately. Karma, that was the first thing he wanted to say. But for who? He turned to face the other, blinking in surprise momentarily at the other’s state. “Shit man, that looks fucking bad.” He nodded to the other’s ankle which already looked a bit swollen and bruised from the fall. “Here, let me help you up.” He knelt down beside the other, gesturing for the boy to sling his arm around his neck for support.

Bram definitely felt like an idiot, his ankle painfully reminded him as it shot aching pains up his leg. Going home and finding a way to explain all of this to his parents was definitely going to be so fun. “Thanks,” he said softly as he allowed his arm to hold onto the other’s neck. “It’s not that bad,” he lied, trying to put weight onto it. But the expression on his face said otherwise. “That was totally my fault -- sorry, man. I think I’ll need some ice, so if you’re not too busy and still feeling charitable... Could you help me to gas station? It’s closer than my house and I promise that’s all I’ll ask from you,” he asked, offering the best smile he could to convince the male.

Odette had been enjoying herself immensely. Of course anything that involved dancing and getting all dressed up would have piqued her interest. Despite her years of ballet lessons even she had her less graceful moments. As she had begun to walk forward towards the snack table she had tripped on the skirt of her dress, falling into the only other person nearby. 

It was a probably a stupid idea to begin with. The paint was so cool and the weather was anything but, causing a faint remembrance of something he had seen on tumblr. Though he was surprised that he was actually putting it into action. Flesh was the perfect canvas after all… right? He pursed his lips as he allowed the bristles of his brush to delicately dance across their skin. A soft hum escaped him as he cocked his head to the side, something he often did out of habit when he was painting to signify his concentration. “How mad would you be if I told you that I was painting a dark Kermit meme on you right now?”

Nixon didn’t live in a central part of town, preferring his tiny place on the outskirts, nearer to the woods and the lake that it held. though sometimes quite the socialite, after days at sea with the same people, a little isolation was welcoming. he heard someone jogging behind him, and he even prepared himself to step out of the way but, the opportunity never came. “shit,man, you got insurance for that?” the fisherman said, looking at the guy on the floor. “it’s cool, we all make mistakes. need a hand there?” and he offered one out to help him up.

Bram groaned as he took the man’s hand, giving a sigh as he put the useless phone into his pocket. “Thanks. And, no, I don’t think so, but I’ll figure something out,” he said, brushing his hands off on his pants -- they stung from the scrapes. “I was zoning out and I’m not used to people being on this route, so. Yeah, that’s what happened -- me being an idiot, really,” he said with a chuckle, trying to shake off the negative feelings. “I feel like if I did actually run into you, I’d still hit the ground since you’re like a wall.”